The door was locked, and everything inside was on fire. Lu Jingzhi's voice became weaker and weaker until it disappeared.
Lin Ci kicked the door a few times, but it was useless. The few of them immediately began looking around for anything useful.
There was a shovel at the end of the corridor. Lin Ci immediately rushed over and grabbed it; without thinking, she smashed it against the door lock.
After a dozen or so smashes, the lock was finally broken.
The door opened a little, and a tongue of fire immediately shot out towards Lin Ci's face. Fortunately, she dodged it.
The girls gritted their teeth and rushed in. When they saw Lu Jingzhi in the middle, they carried him along with the chair he was strapped onto and quickly leaped out of the room.
"Jingzhi! Jingzhi!"
Lin Ci patted his face. He had fainted from inhaling the thick smoke.
The group of people hurriedly untied him and carried him downstairs.
